Lately,
this friendship has made me feel less like a human:
more like a checkbox in a list.
A hollow square that can only be filled inside the lines with black ink.
One row, one column,
one single spot where I exist in your world.
I liked your old list,
where I was allowed to be whatever I am.
Any shape,
all the colors,
no rows or columns.
The new list makes me wonder if you should find a new friend.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 1:38 AM UTC
Lately,
this friendship has made me feel less like a human:
more like a checkbox in a list.
A hollow square that can only be filled inside the lines with black ink.
One row, one column,
one single spot where I exist in your world.
I liked your old list,
where I was allowed to be whatever I am.
Any shape,
all the colors,
no rows or columns.
The new list makes me wonder if you should find a new friend.
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